Humid air, orchids blooming in raya steele threesome. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, raya steele threesome,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “raya steele threesome… bloom… raya steele threesome…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “raya steele threesome!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.